Warhammer: Start with a dog

Priest Geratos's loudspeaker grill emitted a war cry so furious that it almost broke his heart.

"No mercy!"

he growled.

"not afraid!"

"No regrets!"

The priest did not take the handle of the harmless but extremely insulting scepter immediately. Instead, he jumped up, pulled out his gun and started shooting at this hateful, damned alien who might still be playing witchcraft -

And when Magna started to avoid the vital point, a thought even crossed his mind: This man is too angry, and his rosary flew to the back of his head but did not fly out...

What made the faces of the Black Templars even more livid as they were covered by helmets and eyepieces and thus invisible was that all the explosive bombs fired by Priest Geratos failed to hit the target.

It's not that Magna Dorn was so magical that he dodged everything at close range - he had already prepared to be hit, but he didn't come to Wanderingport alone.

The sound of the bottom of the staff hitting the ground came from the inner room of the shop.

"Tuk."

A gentle sound struck people's hearts, and the psychics mixed in the darkness or among the crowd began to look up in surprise or horror.

"Tuk."

The astrological choirs and navigators on dozens of nearby ships, whether meditating or contemplating, all raised their heads and listened solemnly.

"Tuk."

The believers in the Black Temple unanimously raised their bolt guns under the command of Lord Kaleb. The crowd watching the excitement had dispersed. Only the most daring or those with ulterior motives dared to lurk in the surrounding lookout positions. Observe the situation.

"Destroy the wizard! Kill the alien!" Priest Geratos roared, "God-Emperor! Please grant us power! Let us shatter his unclean shield and body! Let his death screams cover up the sound of our gunfire. Thunder! Lord of mankind, give us the power of angry souls!”

The old man who came out raised his hand.

Then the bolter fired like a storm - meaning the muzzle flames were still flashing fiercely on it, but all the bullets were "stopped".

"Change weapons! Chant the name of the God-Emperor!" Geratos grabbed his priest's scepter, charged ahead again, and roared at the surroundings.

"Look at you greedy people! What have you brought here! - This is no ordinary wizard! Break his arm first!"

Caleb calmly drew out his power sword. Since there were only two opponents and the Black Templar had five, he and Geratos were actually the main enemies. Since the alien showed strong melee capabilities and skills, then this is his goal this time.

And Geratos' devout, pure and fanatical belief in the God-Emperor will be his most powerful weapon when dealing with psykers or psychic creatures.

Caleb had no doubts.

The Lord of the Fortress tightened his grip on his power sword and rushed towards the beak-faced alien who seemed to be still observing and didn't even know to pull out the weapon from his waist.

Although he was much calmer than Geratos, the same flame of anger inherited from the ancient oath of revenge was burning in his heart.

"Accept the shattered fate of your wretched soul! Filthy xenos! In the name of the God-Emperor! Your blood and wails will please the Lord of Mankind!"

As a member of the Black Templar Sword Brotherhood, Lord Kaleb's swordsmanship is undoubtedly the strongest among them, so the other believers spread out around with confidence and admiration. They did not shoot for the time being, but They scoured the formation for him, while others silently raised their newly loaded bolters with Witch Hunting bolts at the wizard.

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The Kroot mercenary stood there without moving after the priest took away the weapon returned by it. In the eyes of observers, this beak-faced and clawed alien that dared to resist the Emperor's Angel undoubtedly appeared bold because of its blasphemy and strength, but he The power of the Astartes will only end here. The Astartes will teach him the correct attitude of aliens towards humans. Being crushed and using the blood from its neck to clean the weapons and boots of the Astartes is its only way out. .

Magna himself looked at the scene in front of him dumbfounded. Who would tell him how things could become like this? Does just looking at it from a distance offend the other person? Also, hadn't he already followed what Lamizane taught him, "Try not to conflict with others when you go shopping. As long as you easily grab the white blade with your bare hands, the other party will shout that you are awesome and admire you!" and "Put it on." When handing any weapon or bladed object back to another person, the handle must be pointed towards the other person”?

Does this action have a special meaning or the opposite meaning in their habits?

Magna Dorn, the current master controller of the Iron Blood, the Glorious Queen-class flagship of the Iron Warriors Legion, searched quickly in his young database.

At the same time, he did not forget to move his body to avoid the increasingly faster, more urgent and more desperate attacks from the Lord of the Black Templar opposite.

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Is this alien teasing him? !

The vengeful warrior who is teasing the God-Emperor! ?

Heat, unprecedented uncontrollable impulses and emotions surged in his two hearts. The brutal flames of hatred and anger were slowly burning through Caleb's entire body, starting from the spine towards the cerebral cortex. Calmness, reason, judgment and mercy that shouldn't exist were all that had been preventing him from rising higher among his brothers.

It didn't even fight back hard enough, nor did it run away cowardly, as if just to show the Black Templars how worthless their proud brothers and swordsmanship were -

Wait!

Wait a moment! !

The way it advances and retreats—the way its limbs move!

Some kind of terrible conjecture formed uncontrollably in the mind of the castle owner. He tried to wave away this undesirable thought from his heart, but his sword blade went against his will and used a kind of power that could only be the oldest Terra. The specific angle, direction and force method that the guard warriors will use to stab at the opponent——

Without any hesitation, the alien with a huge beak and hair-like feathers on the opposite side used its deformed hands and legs to make the same deadly and ancient response——

No, it even had the energy to turn its arm, as if that hand should have been holding a sword——

A bone-chilling chill penetrated his mind like an icy arrow, causing Caleb to return from the edge of the martyr fanaticism he had been striving to pursue and reluctantly face his innate rationality. logic.

This unforgivable absolute alien is using the most ancient and secret fighting steps and swordsmanship skills of the Seventh Legion to fight against him.

It is so ancient that even Caleb only knows that there are some extremely lucky Sword Brothers within the Chapter who have been able to inherit part of this skill from their mentors of several generations above.

He had also imagined the deadly and glorious appearance of these ancient skills when they were fully used when watching those wonderful battles in the training ground or on the battlefield.

And now they were indeed deadly and glorious, appearing to shine in creatures he had never imagined.

Geratos was right, it was time for this place—this port—to undergo some necessary slaughter and burning.